The inside world and his running

Rating: 9/10 (24 December 2006)

It is not a movie, it is only a slice of life. A Christmas tale with classical honey-cinnamon mixture, with the colors of fall and voices of angels. A legend of a simply travel around the life. But, in monologue and in movie remain the smoke of a nostalgic shadow. A symbol of ashes, a question of another time, a smile of a lost moment. The hero and his travel , his art end his fall, his love and his fear are only pages of the book who lives in each existence. It is a form of fight and a look in the miracle bones. It is the childhood happy in a very old winter. At first view, the director presents same story like in "Malena" or "Paradiso". The colors, the gestures, the music are pieces of a game with same rules. Tornatore, like everyone, has a personal truth. He said what he believes in the words and images but that truth has roots in every soul. Not a musician is the character, not a form of contemplation is the subject, not a time is the stage. Like Coelho, Giuseppe Tornatore presents, with grace, a world of basic ideas. Pianista may be Kafka or Kavafis, Shakespeare or Mahler. A human shadow who knows that this world is the result of his imagination. It is his dream and his way. His victim and his toy. The inside world and his running.